I glared around at my friends. “Focus, would you?” I grumbled. “Stop goofing around!”
“That should be our focus!” Jimmy shouted, from where he lay slumped over the arm of my couch. “Goofing Around, Incorporated! Throw me another beer, would you? Do you have any food? Freaking starving, man.”
“Look, I still don’t understand what we’re doing here,” Nelson piped up from his seat on the floor, pushing at his glasses. It was a futile gesture, as they immediately slid back down his nose, but he kept on doing it anyway.
I sighed, rubbing my face. “For the last time, we’re starting a company!” Continue reading